"Or is the time coming when you will hate me ?" She prevented any reply by a kiss--and pushed Blanche toward the door.

"We have had a happy time together in the years that are gone," she said, with a farewell wave of her hand.

"Thank God for that! And never mind the rest." She threw open the bedroom door, and called to the maid, in the sitting-room.

"Miss Lundie is waiting for you." Blanche pressed her hand, and left her.
Anne waited a while in the bedroom, listening to the sound made by the departure of the carriage from the inn door.

Little by little, the tramp of the horses and the noise of the rolling wheels lessened and lessened.
When the last faint sounds were lost in silence she stood for a moment thinking--then, rousing on a sudden, hurried into the sitting-room, and rang the bell.
"I shall go mad," she said to herself, "if I stay here alone." Even Mr.Bishopriggs felt the necessity of being silent when he stood face to face with her on answering the bell.
"I want to speak to him.